Disclaimer: You know the drill; no I don't own any of the WWE superstars or know them personally. This story is purely fan fiction, just like all my other stories. Don't bother to sue me; I work in a fast food outlet so you won't get much from me anyway.

Rating: NC- 17 (language, little violence (after all it is a wrestling fic) drug reference, sexual content.)

Characters: Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Vince McMahon, John Cena and other WWE wrestlers.

Chapter Two.

Jeff arrived at the airport after a half an hour drive. The taxi pulled up outside the taxi bay as soon as the car stopped. Jeff quickly undid his seat belt and went to open the door.

"Hey, my money man, you don't get no free ride." The taxi driver started to yell at Jeff as he saw Jeff open the door and went to exit the car.

"Oh sorry, I'm in a hurry." He said as he pulled out a couple of crumbled up notes from his pocket in his jacket. "Keep the change."

Jeff grabbed his suitcase from the boot of the taxi and ran inside the building. "Shit." He muttered to himself as he noticed the long cue of people waiting to get tickets. He sighed and walked over, dragging his suitcase behind him and stood behind a taller man and began to wait.

After a twenty minute wait, Jeff finally approached the ticket counter, he sighed and picked up his suitcase and asked the women for a single seat to Miami. "Can I see your passport sir?" She asked Jeff.

"Oh yeah…" He said as he dropped his suitcase and opened it up and started throwing his clothes around trying to find it. She looked down from below her desk to notice him search through his belongings.

"Sir, if you don't mind other people are waiting…" She started to say, when she was interrupted by Jeff. "Got it."

She frowned to herself as she entered his details through the system and gave him his ticket. "Gate 3, your flight departs in 2 hours."

"Two hours! I can't wait two hours, do you have any earlier flights, I'll pay extra if I have too." Jeff said, annoyed.

"No, sorry we don't, now could you please move along; I have others I need to serve." She said.

"Good day to you too….bitch." He said under his breath as he picked up his belongings and made his way over to the waiting area to wait for his flight.

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Vince was unpacking his belongings in his hotel room as he heard a knock outside his door. "Come on in." He called, as he hung up a suit in the closet next to the bed.

Matt popped his head through the door and saw Vince. "Mr. McMahon."

Vince turned around and noticed Matt standing by the door, "Ah, Matt come in."

Matt gave a small smile and walked in and shut the door behind him. "Could I have a quick talk to you, if it's ok?"

"Of course, pull up a seat." Vince said as he shut his suitcase and sat down on the corner of the bed. Matt grabbed an armchair beside the door and dragged it over and sat down opposite Vince. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Jeff…" Matt started to say, until Vince cut in.

"I had a feeling you wanted to talk to me about Jeff." He said raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah…look, I'm asking as Jeff's family, please don't be hard on him when he arrives." Matt explained.

"Now Matt, I never get angry at my employees for no reason, but Jeff arriving late as usual is not on." Vince replied.

"I know, I know. But he means well. I think him returning to WWE is going to be good for him. You know how hard it was with his addictions and he's recovery. I don't to see him go through that again, I just want what's best for him." Matt explained.

"I Understand Matt, I do." Vince said. "But he needs to know, that I take everything here seriously. No fucking around. I'm not going to yell through him, but I am going to lay down the rules with him. Like I did to you. Like I did to everyone else."

"Yeah okay…thanks for your time Vince." Matt smiled as he stood up and shook Vince's hand.

"Anytime Matt." Vince smiled back and got up and walked over to his mini bar. Matt quickly and quietly walked over to the door. "Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember, 7 o'clock tonight at the arena." Vince reminded as he poured himself a drink.

"Yeah, yes Vince, see you then." Matt replied as he shut the door to hear a laugh coming from behind him. He turned to see Shawn Michaels standing behind him with a young girl standing beside him. "Oh yeah, what's so funny?"

"He stills gets to ya, doesn't he?" Shawn laughed.

"Sometimes, I don't think I'll ever recover." Matt joked back as he remembered that terrible day three years ago.

"Well, he ain't all that bad. Take it from me, oh remember my daughter Abby?" Shawn said putting his arm around the girl's shoulders.

Matt looked down at the girl. Abby? Abby! God, she had grown up since he last saw her four years ago. She used to be quite chubby and wore really ugly, nerdy glasses, not that he'd ever mention that to Shawn. She now had long, wavy blonde hair with thick dark brown streaks through it. She seemed to have lost a lot of the weight she carried when she was younger, not that he could really tell that well, as she was wearing a white, woolen jumper; and it was hiding most of her figure. She had also lost the nerdy glasses, replacing them with smaller black glasses. She looked quite pretty.

"Well you've grown up since I last saw you. I'm Matt Hardy incase you don't remember me." He said as he held out his hand.

"Matt… I think I remember you. And you had a brother or something? Jason?" She said as she shook his hand.

"Yeah, Jeff." He replied. 'Well I better be off, I got to give him a call."

"See ya tonight Matt." Shawn replied back as he knocked on Vince's door.

"Bye Matt." Abby smiled at Matt.

"See ya later Abby, nice to see you again." Matt replied as he started to walk back towards his hotel room.